Free

Over and over

I tell the sky:

I am free -- I!

Over and over I tell the sea:

-- I am free!

Over and over I tell my lover

I am free, free!

Over and over.

But when the night comes black and cold,

I who am young, with fear grow old;

And I know, when the world is clear of sound,

I am bound -- bound.

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